i wish i could always have the smell of incense surrounding me. 

i wish that pain was only temporary. 

i wish i could take things back. i have regrets more often than not. 

i had more to say, and i wish i could have said those words. 

i wish that love was enough. but maybe it is. im not so sure. 

i wish i could live in amelie or finding neverland. they both seem so much better than here. atleast right now. 

i do not wish for more sleet or snow. mixed precipitation. whatever the heck that means. 

i am wishing so many things, and need not wish anymore. 

i pray this new season will come sooner rather than later. that new season [i hope] looks something like this: healed hearts. less stress over finances (because honestly, money will always be an issue, and there will never be enough). making memories. sharing stories. laughter. photoshoots (please). growing up. embracing circumstances. holding hands. more naps. business planning. constructive critiques. coffee dates. adventures. pursuit. seeking God together. walking through life in community.

i am looking forward to this season. 

and i will embrace the uncomfortable one i am in right now. i just need a little kick in the face to remind me. 

[come. here.]

from finding neverland

J.M Barrie: Here you go. 
Peter: What's this? 

J.M Barrie: All great writers begin with a good leather binding and a respectable title. Open it. 

Peter: [reads] "The Boy Castaways: Being a record of the terrible adventures of the brothers Davies, faithfully set forth by Peter Llewelyn Davies." 

J.M. Barrie: Kipling would swallow his own ear for a title like that! 

Peter: I still have no idea what to write. 

J.M. Barrie: Write about anything. Write about your family, write about the talking whale!

Peter: What whale? 
J.M. Barrie:  The one that's trapped in your imagination and desperate to get out.